I seem to be retreating, retreating slowly into my shell try as I might not to it seems I'm not hanging out with the right people
they shut me up inside, make me unable to say anything and I like them (and I) less and less
it's like something's shriveled up and died inside there's this insatiable need to do something and the inability to do anything to occupy my fingers, my mind
and so it drifts (sinks?)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I suppose you could call me lonely. or you could just call me isolated.
either way, I'm alone
Why is it so hard to breathe?
Why is it so hard to breathe?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Spiteful monster, begone Yet it can never be banished linger linger ooze
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I feel like crying and screaming I wouldn't mind falling down some stairs